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O STIFFLY shapen houses that change not, / What conjuror's cloth was thrown across you, and raised / To show you thus transfigured, changed, / Your stuff all gone, your menace almost rased?
Such resolute shapes, so harshly set / In hollow blocks and cubes deformed, and heaped / In void and null profusion, how is this? / In what strong _aqua regia_ now are you steeped?
That you lose the brick-stuff out of you / And hover like a presentment, fading faint / And vanquished, evaporate away / To leave but only the merest possible taint!